tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post6304501993598207791..comments2024-02-16T06:30:29.042-05:00Comments on The Lemonade Stand: TLS's Flash-Fic Fridays are in full effect! Come and see who's flashing us this week: 7/26 - 7/31Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03247531977736920746noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-63200807396579325152013-07-31T19:26:41.596-04:002013-07-31T19:26:41.596-04:00Twitter: @hummingbirdFF
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She ...Twitter: @hummingbirdFF<br />Word count: 299<br /><br />~~~<br /><br />She was so beautiful, even as the wind whipped her hair onto her tear-stained cheeks.<br /> <br />The day was as tough as they come, and we’d left the gathering as soon as we could politely do so. When we reached our apartment, she’d removed her black dress as quickly as she could and threw it into the corner as though it werehummingbirdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12508863152894615009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-10789942849223496622013-07-31T00:40:02.015-04:002013-07-31T00:40:02.015-04:00@hallejaymes
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www.fanfiction.net/~h...@hallejaymes<br />word count: 298<br />www.fanfiction.net/~hallejaymes<br /><br />Seeing the sign, Bella feels a surge of excitement. “Pull over!“<br /> <br />“You want to go to the beach?” Edward asks. <br /><br />“I’ve never seen the ocean,” she confesses. “Not in person, anyway.”<br /><br />“Where are you from again?” Edward asks more to himself.<br /><br />Bella just shrugs. <br /><br />“WellAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-86251841721080869512013-07-30T22:38:52.008-04:002013-07-30T22:38:52.008-04:00@sulliedsoles
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4889580/...@sulliedsoles<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4889580/<br />Words: 299<br /><br />I look down the beach to the left, then to the right. I can't believe how empty it is.<br /><br />It's late August, and here, it's almost too cold for this. But passing up my first glimpse of the Atlantic wasn't an option. I panicked when Edward threatened to keep driving. With a wicked flicker in Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-65742828754036596952013-07-30T10:03:02.689-04:002013-07-30T10:03:02.689-04:00rochelle allison/ @roglows
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http://www.f...rochelle allison/ @roglows<br />words: 295<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/~rochelleallison<br />~~<br /><br />“Does he know you're home?”<br />I shake my head, staring at Edward. He's been standing at the water's edge, silhouetted by a slowly setting sun, nearly as long as I've been standing here, watching him.<br />“Are you going to –”<br />I grab Alice's hand, squeezing Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05379697190310944147noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-33008212765868784792013-07-30T06:17:24.856-04:002013-07-30T06:17:24.856-04:00@Twilightladies1
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/28789...@Twilightladies1<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2878973/twilightladies<br />Word Count - 294<br /><br />She’s been taunting me all day. Her white bikini leaves little to the imagination. <br /><br />It’s identical to the one she wore on our honeymoon.<br /> <br />The one she wore as I made love to her in the sea for the first time.<br /> <br />Ten years later we’re back at the same beach, and IAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-70167180269590549032013-07-30T02:29:45.333-04:002013-07-30T02:29:45.333-04:00@GeekChic12FF
http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2331711/...@GeekChic12FF<br />http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2331711/<br />Word count: 300<br /><br />“Ready?”<br /><br />“Set?”<br /><br />“Go!” we yell at the same time as our feet kick up sand. <br /><br />We run like mad toward the surf. <br /><br />Last one there is a rotten egg.<br /><br />Edward is getting ahead of me, but I know just how to gain the advantage. I work the tie loose on my top and hold itGeekChic12https://www.blogger.com/profile/08745052171328473184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-53939754657710401672013-07-27T10:29:44.234-04:002013-07-27T10:29:44.234-04:00@chocaholic12345
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The beach seems ...@chocaholic12345<br />Word Count: 291<br /><br />The beach seems alive, as we run across the sand. Grains catch between our toes, covering our feet, finding their way into unwelcome places. A gentle breeze dances in the air, smacking our lips with salt and ozone.<br /><br />It’s our final summer. Next year we’ll be gone, abandoning the beach and waves for a pre-ordained future. We’ll be students,Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-12936533272571002002013-07-27T10:27:53.476-04:002013-07-27T10:27:53.476-04:00The beach seems alive, as we run across the sand. ...The beach seems alive, as we run across the sand. Grains catch between our toes, covering our feet, finding their way into unwelcome places. A gentle breeze dances in the air, smacking our lips with salt and ozone.<br /><br />It’s our final summer. Next year we’ll be gone, abandoning the beach and waves for a pre-ordained future. We’ll be students, workers, travelers, lay-abouts. <br /><br />But Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795344175964359178.post-88577801548174418522013-07-26T23:54:08.767-04:002013-07-26T23:54:08.767-04:00 I loved the beach during the summer, the feel of ... I loved the beach during the summer, the feel of the sand between my toes seemed to calm me and allowed me to really process my jumbled thoughts. Unfortunately my Bella time was cut short as my ex best friend, Edward, stood over me blocking the sun’s rays.<br /><br /> “What’s your problem?” He growled, his fists were tight with anger.<br /><br /> I rolled my eyes. “Why do you care?”<br /><br /> Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com